Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
X-101,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.